Why do some wish to change the color of their skin?
Why do we wish to not be fat, but thin?
Why don't we look on the inside?
Instead we judge the outer side.

Why is there even a difference between black and white?
Why do we always say the colors started the fight?
Why do we tell them to go home where they came from, so far
away?
When we're the ones who brought them here and forced them to
stay

Why do we call their skin a color, when ours is too?
We all have the same things both me and all of you
We all see we all hear
We all taste we all feel

We all get sad we all get mad
Why is white defined good and black defined bad?
We're not white, nor are you black
I wish what we did to you we could take back

Whether we are black or we are white
I must say we never treated you right!

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